All the memories of things said and unsaid,
dance like ghosts around in my head.
"No he has to be a he because the moon is a she."
"It's simple. They're the oldest example of star-crossed lovers."
"The two of them aren’t allowed to be together but they’re forever chasing one another. And every so often they steal a few precious moments together at dusk or in the early hours of the morning. The heart-breaking thing is without him she would be nothing, just another rock in space."
"Who says they’re not allowed to be together?"
"One belongs to the day...